The anxious voice of the system rang in Qiao Zhuo's ears: "Host, please pay attention, the A-level small world male protagonist has lost his target! Repositioning...failed!"

"Application for repositioning..."

"fail!"

The system tried again and again, but failed again and again, Qiao Zhuo felt his heart suddenly sink when he saw this.

The servant who brought the news was still bowed and waiting aside, Qiao Zhuo pursed his lips and said, "I'm going to join in the fun with such good news."

The servant laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, and said: "Master, this is the same order, Mr. Qiao, please."

Qiao Zhuo flicked his robe and followed the servant to the door of Yuan Xu's bedroom. The lights inside were brightly lit at the moment, and there were countless servant girls standing outside the door. They all covered their faces and wept with joy.He knelt down and yelled for a miracle doctor.

The candlelight from the room was reflected on Qiao Zhuo's side face. The man's outline was clear and clear, with thin lips and fox eyes. His usual playful flamboyant appearance was restrained by him, leaving only a trace of pale doubts.

Qiao Zhuo asked from the bottom of his heart: "Did the Ming Xiao Immortal fail in the calamity?"

The voice of the system was trembling, "The host needs to go in and confirm."

Qiao Zhuo held his fan in silence for a long time, but he was unable to move forward. When the candles were going out, he turned his head and looked at Xiao Ting.There is a bit of entanglement and bewilderment remaining.

Qiao Zhuo tightened his hand on the fan, and his throat rolled slightly. Failure of the hero of the small world is equivalent to death. If the Mingxiao Immortal is really dead, what will Xiao Ci do?

The system saw Qiao Zhuo's concerns, and said: "If the male protagonist dies, the small world will collapse and annihilate, and all the npcs that were running during the period will also disappear."

Qiao Zhuo's gaze was fixed on Xiao Ci, thinking that if there was still time in a while, he should roll the sheets once.

So Xiao Ci saw Qiao Zhuo walking towards him, the bone lifted his chin, the man narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly and asked, "Do you regret it?"

As expected, Xiao Ci lowered his eyes and pursed his lips and asked back: "Master, do you want... to give me another chance?"

Xiao Ci regretted it. In just one day, he was so irritable that he was jealous of Long Yan, and even the cat that Qiao Zhuo held in his hand.

The place was rightfully his.

Qiao Zhuo smiled but said nothing, the paper fan patted Xiao Shi's cheek lightly, and he said, "Wait for me to come out."

In the bedroom, Yuan's mother was lying on the edge of the bed crying pear blossoms and raining, while Yuan Jia gently raised his hand to wipe his tears. When he saw Qiao Zhuo coming in, he immediately greeted him with both hands, and said excitedly: "Thank you, Mr. Qiao! My son is nowIt's all thanks to you for waking up!"

Qiao Zhuo nodded politely, and said, "Let me see Mr. Yuan again, I'm afraid that I will suffer a serious illness and still have hidden diseases."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Jia hurriedly patted Mrs. Yuan on the shoulder. After hearing this, Mrs. Yuan thanked her and stood up to make room for Qiao Zhuo.

Qiao Zhuo walked to the side of the bed in a few steps, and saw Yuan Xu whose face had improved.

This is the original Yuan Xu, not the Mingxiao Immortal Venerable who entered the world for the sake of calamity.

Yuan Xu should have died in this serious illness, but now that he is not dead, where should Immortal Venerable Mingxiao be?!

The system's voice sounded: "Host, no fluctuations were detected, the male master failed to possess himself."

Suddenly there was a burst of thunder and thunder in the distance, and suddenly the evil wind howled, blowing up all the decorations on the street.

The candles in the house were blown out by the wind, Yuan Jia turned around and shouted: "Light the candles quickly! The sky is about to change."

Qiao Zhuo felt that countless demonic energy was raging in the direction of Ling Yunzong, which meant chaos.

Yuan Xu, who was lying on the bed, looked at Qiao Zhuo and said softly: "I heard from my mother that it was Mr. Qiao who worked so hard to treat him that he saved his life. Mr. Qiao's great virtue, I will never forget it."

Qiao Zhuo sighed secretly, thinking to himself, don't thank me, I was originally here to kill the villain of Mingxiao Immortal Venerable who possessed you.

Unexpectedly, by mistake, he became a benefactor.

As soon as the mortal Yuan Xu finished speaking, a system notification sounded in Qiao Zhuo's ears: "The male protagonist Yuan Xu's career growth value +5."

The announcement of the notification tone was detected automatically, not only Qiao Zhuo, but even the system was stunned.

Qiao Zhuo asked: "What's going on?"

There was a quick detection knocking sound from the system, and it said anxiously: "I don't know, host, the increase in the male protagonist's career growth value may be related to the increase in the worship of righteous monks to him."

Qiao Zhuo: "Why does worship rise?"

The system explained: "There are rumors in Guangling County that the Bodhisattva Moxiu came to kill Mingxiao Immortal. Now that the soul lamp belonging to Mingxiao Immortal in Lingyun Sect has gone out, the decent monks think you killed him."

Qiao Zhuo: "..." Gan!The cauldron made him speechless.

Seeing Qiao Zhuo's silence, the system suddenly became happy again, "Host! Since the hero's career growth value is fluctuating, and the small world has not yet shown signs of collapse, he is probably not dead yet!"

Qiao Zhuo said blankly: "But you can't find the hero, right?"

System: "...Yes."

Qiao Zhuo was already dazed by the series of changes, and hastily told Yuan Xu that there was no hidden illness, and that Yuan Xu could recover from his injuries before leaving the bedroom.

Long Yan didn't know where he went, except for the servants of the Yuan Mansion who were looking happy outside the door, there was only Xiao Ci.

Xiao Ci's ears were red, and the emotions in his eyes were restrained. After seeing Qiao Zhuo, he just walked up to Qiao Zhuo and clasped his fists: "Master, Mr. Yuan recovered from his illness, should we go back home now?"

Qiao Zhuo bid farewell to Yuan Jia, confiscated any thank you gifts, held the cat in his arms, and returned to Qiao's mansion with Xiao Ci.

Xiao Ci was reticent all the way, and he came back to his senses when he entered the room and saw the group of lifelike puppets.

The kitten was thrown to Mannia by Qiao Zhuo, there were only two people left in the room, Qiao Zhuo raised his eyebrows and asked, "Although you are a bodyguard now, your cultivation skills are not comparable to Long Yan's."

The man raised his chin and looked over, Xiao Chi felt a little unwilling to hear this, but he was powerless to refute, he is really not as good as Longyan now, and he can't protect Qiao Zhuo at all.

When Xiao Ci was about to confess, Qiao Zhuo, who was sitting at the table, suddenly laughed, and the bright and unparalleled man smiled brightly, and said, "I have a way to improve your cultivation quickly."

Xiao Ci was stunned to see Qiao Zhuo rummaging through boxes and cabinets and throwing out a cheat book from the depths.

Xiao Ci took it in a daze, and when he lowered his head, he saw the four big characters of Shuangxiu Dafa written on the paper!

Xiao Ci's hands trembled and his heart trembled, his voice was stagnant and stagnant, "Master...how can a subordinate overstep."

The man's muscular back was tense, his stern eyebrows were full of hesitation, and his eyebrows that flew into his temples were slightly frowned, only to see that extremely explosive body kneeling on the ground with a thud, Xiao Ci said in a deep voice: "Master, don't treat yourself so lightly."

Qiao Zhuo rolled his eyes lazily, and asked teasingly, "Treat me lightly? I just gave you a cheat book on double cultivation, how could it have anything to do with treating me lightly?"

Holding the book in his hand, Xiao Ci suddenly came to his senses, that's right, Qiao Zhuo just gave him the secret book, but he didn't say that he would try his own way to help him practice.

For a moment, various complex emotions rushed into Xiao Ci's mind, causing the man's handsome face to turn blue and red, with shame and anger, but also feeling disappointed and regretful somehow.

Xiao Ci tried his best to suppress the turbulent thoughts in his heart, frowned and said sharply: "Please punish me, master."

Footsteps sounded in front of him, and Qiao Zhuo came over and squatted in front of Xiao Ci, protruding the man's chin just as they did when they first met, smiling brightly like a begonia, whispering softly like a soul devouring: "Xiao Ci, IHow many times have I said that you and I are connected by heart, but have you forgotten?"

Qiao Zhuo's expression was calm and casual, but his eyes were bewitching. The man's slender and fair neck was stretched out in front of Xiao Ci, as if he could hold it in the palm of his hand.

The fire in Xiao Ci's heart could not help but not be extinguished by Qiao Zhuo's warning, but he trembled knowing that all the thoughts in his heart were unfolding in front of Qiao Zhuo's eyes.

Qiao Zhuo knew it, he knew it and saw it.

Xiao Ci recited Qiao Zhuo's name ferociously, his chest heaved violently, and while crazily ravaging the irresistible man in his heart, his eyes were flushed.

Suddenly a flash of lightning like daylight flashed outside the house, Qiao Zhuo pressed Xiao Ci's back of the neck, and said with a smile, "What's the point of just thinking about it."

There was a loud thunder, and the beast shackled in Xiao Ci's heart roared out of the cage, and it was released by Qiao Zhuo.

The man's eyes are connivance and temptation.

Qiao Zhuo swiped Xiao Ji's eyelashes with his finger. He didn't know when the small world would collapse, but he knew that he only wanted to be with Xiao Ji now.

The tighter the better.

Xiao Ci was teased by Qiao Zhuo's eyes, and his strong arm as hard as iron pressed Qiao Zhuo's slender waist and easily picked him up and walked to the bed.

Until he pressed the man into the quilt, Xiao Ci said very restrainedly: "Master, what an offense."

Qiao Zhuo looked up and smiled, and said, "Try it."

But then the situation was completely out of control, all the rules, good and evil were all left behind, as if everything in the world disappeared and only two people remained.

No matter how long the storm has been raining, the sweat in the house has been dripping for a long time, and the wooden frame bed is overwhelmed and makes frequent creaking noises. If there is no cover from the sound of rain, it will be embarrassing.

Qiao Zhuo deeply felt that he had uttered a big word, and he was on the verge of death at the moment, and he couldn't hold on any longer, so he could only climb Xiao Ci's broad shoulders and yell softly to slow down.

He obviously didn't pinch this laoshizi when he carved the puppet, how could the puppet turn itself into shape if he turned on the intelligence?

Xiao Ci must have become a little more selfish, Qiao Zhuo's eyes were red, his neck and forehead were wet with thin sweat, and the black hair sticking to his neck made him feel uncomfortable. He never thought that Xiao Ci would lower his head and lick it just as he was about to speak.

As soon as Xiao Ci approached, Qiao Zhuo's fingers on his shoulders curled up subconsciously, and his nails scratched red marks on the man's back.

"Don't..." Qiao Zhuo cried like a tearful man, the man's rare fragility and beauty made Xiao Ci lose his mind and force himself hard.

The wooden bed rattled crazily, and Qiao Zhuo's calf, which was soaked in sweat, trembled tremblingly. In the next second, Xiao Ci fished him over and kissed him.

Qiao Zhuo felt that he was going crazy, "Dirty...don't kiss."

Xiao Ci's eyes are like beasts, and his tall and strong back is like a mountain, which made Qiao Zhuo shake his head non-stop.

At this time, ordering was useless, and the scolding stimulated Xiao Ci instead, and it was Qiao Zhuo himself who suffered in the end.

The more Qiao Zhuo scolded, the more excited Xiao Ci became, but this man spoke nicely, apologizing and coaxing, while working hard.

Xiao Ci was somewhat satisfied, but his voice was still hungry, and he said: "Master, everything is clean."

The torrential rain fell all night, and all the charms were hidden behind the bed curtain, lingering.

Daoist Qingxu in the Lingyun Sect guarded the soul lamp all night, and finally did not wait for it to be rekindled, so he could only leave Wuji Peak to Guangling County alone after admonishing his disciples Qing Wu and Qing Zhuan.

The noon light of the next day was blocked by the curtain, and Qiao Zhuo was still groggy when he opened his eyes. The anxious movement of the kitten was heard outside the door, and the little paws were scratching the door vigorously.

Xiao Ci's voice suddenly sounded, only to hear him chasing him softly: "Master is tired, don't bother him."

Qiao Zhuo thought it was funny, but he didn't expect that as soon as he raised his hand, he would be overwhelmed by a sour fatigue. After a while, he said angrily: "Xiao Ci!"

Qiao Zhuo's voice was extremely hoarse after screaming and crying all night.

Xiao Ci's hurried footsteps sounded, and at the same time the system prompt sounded: "Searching for the correct target... locked! The target is about to be corrected..."

"A mistake in the plot of The Tribulation and Entering the World...caused the system to lock the non-male protagonist..."

Qiao Zhuo frowned in confusion, what do you mean?

"Puppet Shaw Thorn has been corrected..."

Qiao Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and in the next second he heard the system say: "The correct identity of the puppet Xiao Ci has been corrected to the hero of the small world, Mingxiao Immortal Venerable."

Qiao Zhuo: "..."

The system was silent, and then howled and complained: "Host, you put the male lead to sleep again! So the relationship line in this small world finally collapsed, right?"

Qiao Zhuo still had some inconspicuous bite marks on his ear, he blinked, and said with an innocent hoarse voice: "It's not a slap, it's a quilt."